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Middle of nowhere, Mataou
1421 Local Time
It would be hard to track them because not even they knew where the fekk they were. Milo glanced around at the wasteland around, hands on his hips. The Sith was in his bounty hunter gear, the one he used when he was Olin Tisbar, rather than Milo Vemec-Drast. A bounty hunter, rather than Sith Acolyte, currently doing a favor for a Hutt, who stood at his side. This mission was equally beneficial to them, really, but they had a very elaborate cover in case someone for some reason decided to barge into their business. His lightsaber was clipped to the small of his back, hidden under his cloak, a vibrosword sheathed on his belt, this one having a 1.4 meter long blade like his saber. Next to the vibroblade, he had 3 frag grenades clipped to his belt, hidden. A DH7 blaster pistol was holstered under his left armpit, and his violator was holstered at his left side, also hidden by the cloak, a creamy brown thing made out of wool. Underneath, he was wearing his rogue armor, this time with his helmet. The Drast was not a Drast today. Even his presence within the Force was diminished, having made a conscious effort to hide it. Any Jedi or Force sensitive being that would be in his proximity would not be able to discern that he was Force sensitive, let alone that he was a Sith. His lightsaber was merely there for rainy days.
"I suppose the best thing to do is start searching," he remarked, eyes scanning the horizon. They were standing in front of what looked to be the ruins of a building made of stone, though it was now covered in red sand. "The intel suggested there is an entire den of lizards here, though I can't seem to be able to spot it." It was true. With the naked eye, the only thing visible for miles was sand, as well as the stone ruins. They were standing in the shade of their freighter, an average craft that they'd rented solely for the purpose of this mission.
Milo took off then, walking out of the shade and into the hot sun of Mataou. Its rays bore down on him from the very beginning, though his cloak was surprisingly good at keeping the heat out. He scanned the ground below him for any holes, hoping to find the lizards and get out as fast as possible. He did not like this region.
@Nor'baal
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